I don't often think about Valentine's Day. It had nearly escaped my thoughts until Kristen made me want to be her lesbian lover. For the last 4 years, I have spent the holiday with children at the State Youth and Government Conference and so it usually escapes unnoticed.
So I was thinking this year about how to express where I am. Some of you kindly inquire about my dating habits and I know you mean well. Heck, I even have a date occasionally. But I think I realized how unfocused on the whole mating ritual I am when I ran into my old manicurist in the mall. She asked me if there was anyone special in my life right now and without thinking an answer tumbled out of my mouth.
"me"
Last year, I found a manifesto for my school of thought. I am quirkyalone. Read from their website...
"Quirkyalone is not anti-love. It is pro-love. It is not anti-dating. It
is anti-compulsory dating. It's an embrace of all kinds of love. Although we
quirkyalones enjoy solitude, and sometimes even need and crave it, we are
NOT loners. We typically have a strong network of friends. Most of us
place a high premium on friendship. We've even been known to bring our
friends on dates!"
**Note should now be made that I left this post at this exact point to rescue my dinner for one from the stovetop. It just seems fitting.I cooked for just me, and it's really good.**
I think I have grown into this state. I have learned to date with far less giddiness than before (A little giddy never hurt, but I have learned to keep it in check.) and I think that the greatest romance lies in the possibility of romance. When spring comes, the painting of my toenails shall be for no one in particular.
The lesson learned is not to pity the singles among you (unless they walk around all crazy like this or this). We don't have kneejerk envy for your blissfull state of couplehood. We are happy that you are happy. I won't wear red next Monday, but I won't wear black either (truth be told, next Monday is pajama day for spirit week and I don't care who you are, if you get the chance to wear pajamas to school and don't, you are just a damn fool and I don't care if you are married or not).
Take the quiz yourself, try to beat my 120 score. You might even find that you are a quirkytogether.
3 comments:
Funny stuff, Educat! And I'm not just saying this because you linked to my bizarre blog. SYO is having a slumber party on Valentine's weekend and watching horror flicks with her friends. Not a bad way to celebrate the day.
Oh how I hope the slumber party works! I wish you frozen panties and prank calls galore!
I still want to know scores. I sense many of you are quirky.
87, but add probably 20 points to the pre-married me. I remember seeing an article about this in the Utne Reader a few years ago and feeling much more at ease about the life I saw before me as the crazy old lady who lives alone with 14 cats and whom all the neighborhood kids thinks is a witch. Now, though, call me quirkytogether.
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